damned kids!

I really am trying not to turn into the crazy cranky cat lady on the block. We already have a guy who fills the role perfectly, and I am happy with a mere one cat. And when I saw the large graffiti letters on the sidewalk, I wasn't pissed, just irritated, in that "hey...I just swept that yesterday" sort of way. I was more annoyed when I saw they had messed up the old lady across the street's rock garden. That ain't cool. But it was when I was coming out of the grocery store and say that they had painted MY TIRES, well, that is a pisser. If had only been the rims, in strange colored metallic paint, I can't say I wouldn't have even appreciated that a bit. But why did you have to paint my tire, fools?

Suggestions?